You saw me on the chimney of the sinking ship You heard my hoarse cries by the bed of the sick You can tell where I am by the sound of the whip Every place I visit the fog of misery lies thick
I am the Destiny's Bird, the Providence Crow from my Mont Blanc High to Humanity Low I observe your crimes and all that goes wrong In Harmonia Universali, this is your song
Once you lived in the caves and under the trees Hidden in a house, now you cannot freeze Remember I know you as the animal you are Cutlery and clothes only make a monkey star
I can give you Wisdom, Beauty and Power Turn you into a robot o make a flower But I prefer just the way are A smartly dressed criminal, a singing monkey star Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
